soooooooooo i was in a little bit of a car accident yesterday.
i'm fine.
no worries.
if you'd like to know what happened
amber841 (3:26:03 PM): i was going home from school and i was on gallows and i went into this turn and it hit snow and the car like.. it went to the other side of the road and i was like "ah damn" but didn't think it was a big deal. but it kept going. and i didn't know what to do. and it hit this HUGE rock. and that hurt. a lot. and i was like. "my parents are going to be so mad. oh my god. this'll raise insurance.." and freaking out about money. and THEN.. the car starts sliding a little and then starts FLIPPING OVER. like it was a dice or something. and it lands on it's roof and i wait a second to make sure it isn't moving anymore, and i undo my seatbelt and look to the right and the passengers window is gone so i crawled out of there quickly. i'm so claustrophic. that part was the worse. so i got out and i crawl up the snowy embankment and i realize i lost my glasses and can't see much. but i was within like a 5 minutes walk from my dad's work, so i start to do that when a truck goes by and it stops. then a car from the college stops. they all rush out to me and i burst into tears. and they're asking me if i'm okay and they call the cops. and i tell them my dad works at the college, that he's the mechanic. and the guy who called the cops is like "who is he?" and i say "george yuhas" and he's like "oh i know your dad!! he's a GREAT guy. if you're anything like him you're a great person.." and i tell him yes, my dad is wonderful. and thank him. so then i sit in one of the guy's trucks and he turns the heat on for me and tells me how it's okay, how he did it. and i'm crying so hard and i'm telling him my parents are going to be so upset. and everything. and the cops show up. and ask me a bunch of questions. and ask me if i need to go to the hospital, if i think i'm okay. i HATE hospitals and i hate ambulances worse. so they convince me i need to go just incase and so i get in the ambulance and they STRAP ME DOWN TO THE BED THINGQY@#(! that's like fear #4721947912... claustrophobia.. being strapped down.
and then my dad comes and i break into tears again and apologize over and over. and then he goes and sits in front and we go to the hospital. i hate the hospital. it scares me. so.. much. and so the nurse talking to me is so nice and i made her laugh with a doogie howser joke and i loved her. so i had to take off all my clothes and wear the paper thing and so the doctor came and checked me out and i'm just really sore. i'm fine. and then she's like "ok you're going to need x-rays and i'll have linda give you a shot.." and i had been calmed down. but i BURST into tears. like more so than you'd think possible. and i ask her why the shot and she's like "for the pain." and i insisted i was fine. and she said tomorrow i'd hurt so much. and i talked her out of it. begging, pleading and crying. and she let me just take aspirin and gave me some prescription. but she insisted i was making a really bad choice. but i couldn't have a shot. i couldn't. so i got xrays and came back and my mom came and was so worried. and what not. and yeah. then after a while we left and went to go look at the car at the towing place. it's totalled. windshield/backwindow=gone. some of the windows=gone. roof=kind of caved in. front end=demolished. and i got a ticket, too. but the officer told me i could get out of it, probably. and my dad went to get my stuff out of the car and got in like an arguement with the towing guy. the towing guy called the cops. the cops came. my dad knew one of the cops. everything was fine. i came home.
hahaha i got back from x-rays and my dad was like "umm... cassie just called... on the nurse's phone... she told people she was your sister to get through..."
and i laughed. a lot.
cassie, becca and garrett all left me messages on my voicemail.
and i love them.
soooooo i don't have a car anymore.
and i'm a little sore.
but otherwise i am golden.
& remember... chocolate chip cookies you make me can heal anything.